independent, semi-selective, but not mutually exclusive, eleven (jane) rp written by mal (A.K.A suitofarmxr & of-fortuity)
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Starter Call;
We’re making a comeback, folks! Like for a starter!
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is Eleven’s muse breaking her way onto the scene because I MISS HER SO GOD DAMN MUCH?
hell yeah she is
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There’s nothing back there — they cannot save you, Jane.
No, but I can save them.
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travelxhopefully:
‘Caught you’ rang through her head for a second before her head lifted, turning her gaze from Eleven up to the sky. Right. Yes. She was falling and stopped, because this child had caught her somehow. Given the blood dripping from her nose because of it, she could only guess telekinesis. Fascinating. And very very handy! Attention drawn back to Eleven as she spoke again, she gave a quick nod.
❝ Okay! ❞
She answered with a flash of a grin, suddenly on her feet now, albeit with a bit of a stumble. If she weren’t dressed in scorched tattered remains of her last face, she’d look completely fine. Maybe a bit windswept but completely fine!
A hand stretched out to the girl, offering her a hand up should she want it.
❝ D’ya know any doctors? M’lookin’ for a doctor. ❞

Eleven follows the sky woman with her eyes as she stands up. That’s shocking. The sky woman… well she FELL OUT OF THE SKY. And she’s already up on her feet. There’s a sense of power that radiates from that move and for once it’s not something that scared her. In fact Eleven is completely in AWE of the woman before her.
She takes the hand that’s offered to her with her own that’s covered in dirt and smears of blood before gingerly getting to her feet. With a spinning head she does stumble back to rest against trunk of a tree behind her in case she fell over again. Her bare feet dance across the Earth, the short rest brings out the stinging sensation against her cut up soles.
“Only BAD doctors…” Eleven answers quietly. “Bad.” She repeats with a shake of her head. Her shoulders roll into a shudder and her face twinges with fear. A small grimace as she tries to push the images out of her head. “Eleven RUN from bad doctors.
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Uni calmed down so I’m bringing all my blogs back to full activity. El’s the last one to join the fray but I miss my power girl.
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They think they’re in CONTROL … … but they have no IDEA what I’m capable of.
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Open Starter;

El has never seen this mysterious white coldness before. It swirls through the sky and eventually lands on the ground in front of her. Sometimes it disappears but sometimes it sticks to the grey sidewalk and starts to paint the whole thing WHITE. She spins around and finds the entire area slowly being covered by this phenomenon. Holding out her hands in front of her she lets a small amount settles in on her gloves before presenting it to the other in confusion.
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after the damage .
a sentence collection for the warriors , those who fight and those who destroy .
“ i… i did this —”
“ i did this !?”
“ n—no , it — it wasn’t supposed to be this way! ”
“ ( name ) !!! ”
“ t—that’s… the smile… i was hoping to see… ”
“ thank you… for everything… ”
“ they are dead, don’t you get it !? you killed them! ”
“ they are all dead because of you! ”
“ don’t you dare run away !”
“ (name) … ? ”
“ i—is he/she/they…? ”
“ o—oh god, oh god w—we gotta — get you somewhere— ”
“ g—get me ou—out of here… ”
“ i can’t — feel my l–leg… ”
“ you fought well… ”
“ you did what you could. ”
“ there was no way around this. ”
“ if i had… only come sooner, then m—maybe… ”
“ they are trapped because of you! ”
“ who sent you!? ”
“ who asked for your help!? ”
“ if you had come sooner then maybe — maybe they’d be alive! ”
“ it’s — it’s all your fault. ”
“ i want—ed to do… more… “
“ no — no, please — please don’t talk… rest… ”
“ p—please ! ( name ) hang on! ”
“ don’t you DARE slip away from me now! ”
“ come on, come o—on — please!! please!! ”
“ for the lo—ve of god, (name) ! ”
“ (name) it’s… useless… “
“ h—hey… c—can y—you hear me???”
“ shhh , i’ve got you… i’ve got you… ”
“ don’t let go. ”
“ i wish… i got to see him/her/them o—one more… time… ”
“ did i… s—sav… save him/her/them… ? ”
“ hey n—now… wh—why are you crying… ? ”
“ th…ank you f… for believing in me, (name)… ”
“ this is… all… i could e—ever ask for… ”
“ i did… what i had to do… ”
“ ke—ep living on… f–for me…? ”
“ goodbye, (name)…”
“ (name), i — ”
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#11 for Eleven
@ghoststorytm | hug prompts11. a hug for good luck

El’s been living with the Avengers for quite some time. She’s gotten USED to their comings and goings. She understands what they do for a living. One day, she’s already told herself, she wants be able to help. She wants to be just like THEM. Using power for GOOD. It’s an ideal she clings into her darkest moments of regret when she thinks back to all she’s done in her life and all she could have done BETTER.
Today she sits, watching them get ready for another battle and El has chosen Bucky to stick by today. She sits on the countertop as he readies his gun and watches him intently. As he draws closer to the end of his routine she uncrosses her legs and slips down to the ground. Without a WORD the small girl wraps her arms around his waist and squeezes tight.
“Safe...” El murmurs quietly.
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a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug
@primankapustoty | hug prompts

It’s like a SWITCH in El’s brain when it comes to trust. It’s one way or the other. She either keeps her distance or she’s attached to your leg at all times. Bucky now has his own PERSONAL shadow. She’s quite content to be simply carried around, her arms around his neck or following behind with her hand attached to his pant leg. Just some form of ACTYAL attachment that she can cling onto whenever she needs.
Neither of them have a particularly easy life but they have each OTHER and, in El’s eyes, that’s quite enough.
So when Bucky returns to her that night from somewhere she wasn’t allowed to follow she IMMEDIATELY clambers to her feet and runs to him. She grins widely and throws her arms around his waist, squeezing tightly. There are no words but she doesn’t need them to prove her love for the man who rescued her that day. Pulling back just for a moment she tugs on the sleeve of his sweater to show she wants a proper hug and smiles softly up at his face.
How is he supposed to resist her ADORABLE charms?
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christmas / holiday starters
Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
at a party
“Woah, someone drank too much egg nog.”
“Look, I only came for the Christmas cookies.”
“So do I make a sexy Santa/elf/reindeer or what?”
“Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.”
“Is my outfit too festive/not festive enough?”
“Hey! Come on in, I’ll get you a drink.”
a grinch
“I can’t believe I’m all alone during the holidays.”
“Most wonderful time of the year, my ass.”
“I hate snow. And smiling children.”
“If I hear one more Christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.”
“The only thing good about Christmas is the candy canes.”
“Wow, that gingerbread house is…unique.”
“Egg nog is disgusting.”
anti-grinch
“I’ve had my tree up since November.”
“How could you not like the holidays?!”
“I’m going to shove a candy cane up my ass. I’m so excited!”
“Christmas is the only time of year when I’m stressed out AND receiving a bunch of gifts.”
“There’s NO way I’m going to lose the house decorating competition.”
“Christmas isn’t a holiday. It’s a way of life.”
presents
“What did you get me?” / “I’m not telling you! It’s a surprise.”
“I didn’t know what to buy you, so..I made you something…”
“You gave me the present that I gave to YOU last year?”
“It’s perfect…”
“Aw, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“The only gift I want is stability and happiness. But this wrapping paper is pretty.”
“You just rip the paper right off?! You heathen.” / “You save the paper? Nerd.”
secret santa
“Ugh, I can’t believe I got ___ for secret santa.”
“I got ____!! What should I give him/her/them?”
“Who bought me socks? They’re plain white no-brand socks.”
“The limit was $20, people. Why do I see an iPhone?”
“I know who got me this. There’s only one person who knows me this well. It’s you.”
with friends
“I got us matching ugly sweaters.”
“Do you think I can fit these candy canes up my nose?”
“Merry Christmas, fuckers. I’m broke but at least I got you stuff.”
“This is really corny…but you’re already a gift to me.”
“I haven’t seen you in so long! Get over here and give me a hug.”
flirty
“Are you Santa? Because I’d sit on your lap.”
“Have I been naughty this year?”
“Oh, I’d ride in your sleigh.”
“Your eyes twinkle like tree lights.”
“All I want for Christmas is you.”
snow
“It’s snowing! That’s so perfect!”
“Great, now my flight is delayed…”
“How am I supposed to get home in this weather?”
“Baby, it’s cold outside…”
“Let’s have a snowball fight.”
no snow
“Why can’t we have a white Christmas?”
“It’s too hot for hot cocoa.”
“I wish I could wear a sweater without dying.”
“It’s nice to get away from all the cold.”
“The only ice I want to see is in a cold drink.”
knows nothing about other holidays
“So is it Jesus’s birthday?”
“Where did Santa even come from?”
“…Isn’t the tree a pagan tradition?”
“How do the deer fly?”
“This holiday sounds like it was made by someone on crack.”
“What’s a Hannukah?” / “What’s a Kwanzaa?”
“Is what I’m wearing okay?”
“Stop calling me a grinch! I’m not even Christian.”
hannukah
“Watch me shove all these latkes in my mouth.”
“You don’t know how to play with a dreidel?” / “Let me teach you the dreidel game.”
“See the menorah? It’s LIT.”
“Try the sufganiyot and you will forget about Christmas cookies.”
“Hannukah is the time of year when us Jews gather and decide the next step in taking over the world. At least that’s what that crazy guy from work told me.”
“Do these dreidel cake pops look Pinterest-y enough?”
“Christians get WAY too upset over Starbucks cups. I’ve never gotten a Hannukah Starbucks cup! You don’t see me rioting about it.”
“That’s not a dreidel…That’s a beyblade.”
kwanzaa
“Who needs one day of Christmas when I have a whole week of Kwanzaa?”
“See the kinara? It’s LIT.”
“I can’t go home until I buy a new kinara.”
“What do you think of the decorations? I think I need more African print.”
“How are we out of food? Kwanzaa is about the harvest!”
“I like Kwanzaa. It’s a holiday of principles.”
“It’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. All holidays are made up.”
“Kinda wish the unity cup was filled with whiskey. And that I could drink all of it.”
misc.
“No matter the holiday, family time is always a bad idea.”
“This isn’t Pinterest-y enough!”
“Come on, let’s take a quick selfie. We never see each other.”
“You know I’m Muslim/Hindu/Buddhist/atheist/other, right?”
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* hug prompts
send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts.
a hug with a forehead kiss
a relieved hug
a hug to say sorry
a hug from behind
a good morning hug
a goodnight hug
a hug where one muse picks the other up
the hug that comes after a bad dream
a hug that isn’t returned
a ‘ please don’t go ’ hug
a hug for good luck
the hug that comes after a rough day
an angry hug
a hug where one muse uses the other as a pillow
a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug
a goodbye hug
a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing
the hug that lasts longer than the rest
the hug that ends too soon
an overjoyed hug
a tearful hug
a protective hug
the final hug
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halfway happy.
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Eleven disagrees. She sits in front of the stranger with her legs crossed, simply staring at the pen on the desk in front of her before it begins to FLOAT in the air. “See Iron Man.” She murmurs quietly. “Peter said.”
@fricndsdxntlie / short starter call
❛ i– i … think you’re in the wrong place. ❜ stephanie was beyond confused. who on earth would let this girl into the tower ? it’s not like she could just sneak in.
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3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack
Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…
Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I guess so…”
“I guess not.”
“Love me, please.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please, hold me.”
“Pain changes people.”
“You haven’t changed.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Look behind you.”
“Go kill yourself.”
“I can change.”
“Don’t ever change.”
“Want a hit?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Fuck me now.”
“Take my hand.”
“Lead the way.”
“Duck and cover!”
“Just go home.”
“Take me home.”
“Walk me there?”
“Everyone, shut up!”
“Just shut up.”
“Please stop it.”
“Please don’t die.”
“I need you.”
“I want you.”
“Want a hug?”
“Want a kiss?”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you lying?”
“That’s the truth.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh my God.”
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I got it.”
“I found it.”
“Call me later.”
“Text me later.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Are you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Please don’t laugh.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’d they say?”
“What’ll it be?”
“It’s last call.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Do you promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I punched him.”
“I killed him.”
“I kissed him.”
“I love him.”
“I hate him.”
“I lied before.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“I’ll come over.”
“Can you come?”
“Want to cuddle?”
“Maybe we should.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t say.”
“Make me come.”
“Did you come?”
“I stole it.”
“I broke it.”
“Any bones broken?”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“That must’ve hurt.”
“He was lying.”
“It’s our song.”
“Can I help?”
“Help me out.”
“Please, for me?”
“Anything for you.”
“I doubt it.”
“I believe you.”
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Fun fact! (that’s not that fun...)
El has extreme separation anxiety since being alone from the one person she was under the impression cared about her was used as a form of punishment back in the lab.
So if she likes you, prepare to have a little permanent shadow in the form of El practically being a duckling and following you around.
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Jane prefers to keep herself to herself. Hogwarts was a MINEFIELD of new adventures but also of social situations in which to avoid or struggle through. Unlike post of her peers, Jane spends a lot of her time inside her own and a lot less of her time doing any actual talking. It was a habit she picked up from the orphanage. They were VERY much of the belief that children should be seen and not heard. So as she walks down the corridors clutching a text book she can’t even read close her to chest she’s almost surprised to hear someone calling her name. She pauses and turns to find her professor rushing up to her. As he speaks she remains quiet, only making eye contact with him once or twice.
“Professor...” Jane murmurs lightly, unsure of how to explain her situation. Nobody has ever ASKED before. “Magic is fine.” She notes, swallowing down the lump in her throat that wants to stop her from forming sentences. Glancing up she looks to see how many people are in earshot before quietly whispering in shame. “I... I can’t read, Professor.” She mumbles, refusing to meet his eyes.
@fricndsdxntlie howled (sc)
“Jane, wait up a moment,” Remus huffed as he jogged over to the Slytherin first year walking down the hall. He’d noticed her struggling a lot in class, seemingly even with just the text book. She seemed very bright when it came to spells but the course work? Well, he had suspicions that her previous education had not done her many favors and there was no need for her to continue to struggle through her time at Hogwarts. “I’ve noticed you having — a little difficulty in my class and I’ve spoken with a few of your other professors. It’s perfectly alright to ask for help if you need some assistance catching up with the rest of your classmates. There is no shame in it. I’d be glad to help myself if you’d like.”
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